Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas , 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

This poem has popped up several times throughout my life. Never actually saught, but always appearing whenever a great change is about to occur. First when my parents divorced, then, a few months later, when my mother sister and I moved to Virginia. Then again during middle school when I decided to become a marine biologist (I was a lazy student but happily threw myself into studying biological discoveries), then when I dropped out of college after completing a single semester to study sciences and tattoo history on my own. A month ago when I decided to move back to the town I grew up in and finally now... I can't tell if the change has already begun or not, but I'm excited to see what lies in store..

I've always thought of this as inciting rebellion (a practice I've always found easy) but looking at it now... Could it simply be telling me not to be complacent with my life?

So, I've stated before that I'm an artist, but I'd like to expand upon my talents. To help them become something more. For that reason I've acquired several books on aeronautical and space engineering and physics, but I don't quite get it... And like most Americans I can't afford to go to school to learn it.. Can't afford to take the time to go let alone actually pay for the classes and the books. I'd love to volunteer my abilities, but without knowing just how far I can realistically push the boundaries I'm afraid what I'd create is either just another space station, or something from a sci-fi a hundred years in the future.

I also wanted to start a gofundme page for the donations but I don't know many people that donate very much. (The last one I did has been up over a year and hasn't been touched)..

If there's any way I can volunteer I'd be more than happy to.

Just need some ideas on what I can do.

So here's a question. What happens once the Ark is built? What will life on the Ark be like? Food? Jobs? Recreation?

I've heard one of the official say something about a community garden and food rations.. But is it going to be a vegan diet? Will we be using the dehydrated foods? Or will they bring livestock up with them?

What kind of jobs will be available? Obviously fast food is out... And there's the standard Legal work. But if you can't become a citizen until you're 18, then is there a school? Or is there a college? Will there be specific people for maintaining the green scape? Or is that going to be part of the community garden thing? And what about firefighters? A fire starting in a pressurized area, especially one like that, would be a nightmare.

And then there's downtime. Obviously group games would be an easy thing. But what about internet? New movies, or music or art? Would we make our own studio? Or would the actors that came with us have to travel back and forth? Offline video games would be easy, but what about mmos'? And phones? I'm pretty sure even Verizon doesn't cover space...

And then there's a question about animals. Can we bring our pets?

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm more interested in the actual living there than the politics ( that seem pretty Mitch set up already) of the new nation...